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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: malfoy manor, francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @sonoruss

❝  please  tell  me  you’re  just  as  bored  as  i  am,  ❞  dirk  mutters  as  he  slides  up  beside  kieran,  champagne  flute  in  hand  but  barely  touched.  the  event  around  them  hums  with  polite  conversation,  stiff  smiles,  and  the  kind  of  small  talk  that  makes  his  skin  itch.  ❝  because  if  i  have  to  listen  to  one  more  person  drone  on  about  their  latest  investment  at  gringotts,  i  might  actually  hex  myself  for  entertainment.  ❞  just  because  he  works  with  the  goblins  doesn't  mean  he  knows  anything  about  the  inner  workings  of  the  bank.  he  tilts  his  head  toward  the  exit,  a  slow  smirk  creeping  onto  his  lips.  ❝  what  do  you  say  we  make  a  break  for  it  ?  find  a  real  party  ?  one  where  the  drinks  are  strong,  the  music  isn’t  dreadful,  and  no  one’s  trying  to  bore  us  to  death  with  useless  conversation  ?  ❞

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shawna  laughs,  rolling  her  eyes  as  she  rifles  through  her  closet.  ❝  oh,  trust  me,  i’d  love  to  skip  out,  but  apparently,  showing  my  face  at  these  things  is  ‘good  for  networking’  or  whatever  bullshit  my  coach  keeps  saying.  ❞  she  tosses  a  dress  onto  the  bed  beside  dorcas  before  turning  to  lean  against  the  dresser,  arms  crossed.  ❝  besides,  if  i  don’t  go,  who  else  is  gonna  drink  all  their  expensive  liquor  just  to  spite  them  ?  ❞  her  grin  is  sharp,  but  there’s  something  almost  playful  in  the  way  she  tilts  her  head,  considering  dorcas.  ❝  what,  you  trying  to  tempt  me  into  staying  ?  you’ll  have  to  try  harder  than  that,  meadowes.  ❞ but  then  her  gaze  flickers  to  the  small,  carefully  wrapped  box  sitting  on  the  nightstand,  and  she  exhales.  inside  are  enchanted  toy  snitches  —  harmless  things  designed  to  hover  just  close  enough  for  little  hands  to  chase  after  them.  she  had  charmed  them  herself,  making  sure  they  wouldn’t  fly  too  fast,  just  enough  to  give  the  kids  a  thrill.  ❝  anyway,  i’ve  got  to  at  least  drop  this  off.  it’s  for  the  kids.  if  there's  any  reason  to  show  face,  it's  for  that.  ❞  she  shrugs  like  it’s  nothing,  like  she’s  not  secretly  proud  of  the  idea,  before  flashing  dorcas  a  grin.  ❝  unless  you  wanna  come  and  help  me  not  bore  to  death  ?  i  intend  to  snoop  and  need  a  partner  in  crime,  even  if  you're  not  dressed  to  the  occasion.  ❞  she  knows  her  persuasion  skills  won't  win  out  this  time,  but  she  could  try.

Where: Shawn's apartment

When: Before the Malfoy event

Who: Dorcas and Shawna ( @reveliios)

To be honest Dorcas really didn't know how she'd ended up at Shawn's place. But she didn't care too much. The other was pretty, and Dorcas liked pretty. And, even if she was not going to that silly event, she did like dressing up, so she felt like she was a good person to help Shawna. Although, maybe not so much today if one looked at her in her sweat pants and hoodie. Though she figured if she hadn't dressed up then Shawna couldn't try to drag her along. Dorcas could think of nothing more than going to the Malfoys.

"Do you have to go?" She giggled, lying on her front on Shawna's bed as she looked over at her. "I'm sure you'll have much more fun if you stayed here with me."

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dirk  barely  misses  a  beat,  his  smirk  lazy  as  he  takes  a  slow  sip  from  his  drink  before  answering.  ❝  bones,  you  wound  me.  ❞  his  tone  is  all  mock  offense.  he  leans  just  slightly  into  edgar’s  space,  as  if  considering  his  question  more  seriously  than  he  should.  ❝  would  it  ruin  your  night  if  i  said  yes  ?  ❞  a  beat,  then  his  smirk  deepens.  ❝  or  are  you  just  trying  to  suss  out  if  you  need  to  play  nice  with  my  date  ?  ❞  he  teases,  but  he  loves  to  make  edgar  squirm.  dirk  lets  the  silence  stretch  for  just  long  enough  before  huffing  a  quiet  laugh,  shaking  his  head.  ❝  don’t  worry,  mate.  it’s  just  me.  tragic,  i  know.  guess  you’re  stuck  with  my  company  after  all.  ❞

he found himself teetering on that precarious edge between drunkenness and sobriety—a blurred line, swaying dangerously in either direction but refusing to settle. debating whether to reach for another glass of liquor or let the moment slip away, he catches a familiar scent drifting past his back. instinct kicks in before thought, and he turns, champagne glass balanced effortlessly in his right hand. “ cresswell. ” his brows lift slightly as he greets him, gaze flickering—just for a moment—over the other wizard’s attire. “ i was rather hoping i’d be lucky enough to avoid you tonight, ” he quips, though whether it’s truly a joke is debatable. his grand strategy of keeping a safe distance from dirk? thoroughly ruined. again. “ are you here alone? ” and that, most likely, is the least appropriate question he could have asked.

ft. 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ( @reveliios ) 📍 MALFOY MANOR

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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: malfoy manor, francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @dcadlynightshadc

❝  there  you  are.  ❞  lucius  spots  vera  just  as  she  steps  away  from  the  bustling  crowd.  the  yuletide  ball  is  in  full  swing,  but  his  attention  is  solely  on  the  young  allard  as  she  approaches.  ❝  i  was  beginning  to  wonder  if  you’d  make  an  appearance,  ❞  he  says,  his  tone  notably  softer  than  the  one  he  reserves  for  most.  there’s  no  reprimand,  only  quiet  acknowledgment.  as  she  nears,  he  offers  a  glass  of  champagne,  a  subtle  gesture  of  welcome  rather  than  expectation.  ❝  how  are  you  finding  the  evening  ?  i  know  these  gatherings  can  be…  exhausting.  ❞ 

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❝  i  imagine  patience  would  be  the  first  requirement,  ❞  he  muses,  teasing  barty.  ❝  though  i  suspect  that’s  in  short  supply  where  you’re  concerned.  ❞  his  fingers  tighten  ever  so  slightly  around  the  stem  of  his  glass  as  he  takes  a  sip.  he  knows  barty  well  enough  to  recognize  the  glint  in  his  eyes  —  restless,  hungry  for  mischief.  lucius  isn’t  foolish  enough  to  let  him  off  his  leash  within  the  manor’s  walls,  not  without  knowing  exactly  what  chaos  he  might  invite.  especially  not  during  his  sister's  event. at  the  mention  of  his  engagement,  however,  there’s  the  shorted  of  pauses.  the  toast  is  met  with  a  slow,  deliberate  tilt  of  his  own  glass.  ❝  how  kind  of  you,  ❞  he  replies,  the  words  genuine.  ❝  though  i  must  admit,  sentimentality  is  new  from  you,  barty.  ❞  maybe  he  had  found  a  match  of  his  own.  lucius  lets  the  weight  of  the  moment  settle  before  adding,  cool  and  clipped,  ❝  and  as  for  a  full  tour,  i’m  afraid  there  are  some  doors  even  you  would  find  firmly  closed.  ❞

“ so then... ” he leans lazily against a nearby wall, his gaze sweeping over the crowded hall before locking onto lucius. a half-smirk plays at his lips as he lifts his glass, taking a slow sip before continuing. “ what must i do to get a full tour of the manor? every room included. ” a mischievous glint flickers in his hazel eyes, and he takes another deliberate sip. barty was bored. and when boredom settled in, chaos tended to slither out from the depths of him, uncoiling like a snake ready to strike. he cared little for the grand occasion or whatever noble cause had dragged them all here. the venue, the people—it was all terribly dull. so he had resolved to amuse himself in the least destructive ways first. “ oh, and congratulations on your engagement. ” he lifts his glass in a mock toast, eyes glinting with something just shy of sincerity.

ft. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 ( @reveliios ) 📍 MALFOY MANOR

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❝  i  did  warn  you,  ❞  lucius  murmurs  with  a  quiet  laugh,  stopping  just  beside  narcissa,  his  gaze  flicking  from  the  peacock  to  the  faintly  healed  mark  on  their  finger.  ❝  and  yet,  here  you  are,  bested  by  one  of  the  manor’s  most  temperamental  residents.  ❞  besides  vespera,  he  almost  wants  to  add.  ❝  i  would  have  thought  dragons  had  made  you  warier  of  sharp  beaks  and  worse  temperaments.  ❞  he  had  seen  her  work  with  creatures  that  would  make  lesser  witches  tremble,  had  watched  her  command  their  respect  with  nothing  but  steady  hands  and  steely  composure.  and  yet,  a  peacock  had  managed  to  draw  first  blood.  he'd  been  there  plenty  of  times  before.  he  casts  a  brief  glance  toward  the  manor  before  returning  his  attention  to  narcissa.  ❝  what  is  it  that  sent  you  seeking  their  company  instead  of  enduring  another  hour  inside  ?  ❞

choose your own starter ! where: malfoy manor !

"if you would excuse me," narcissa said with a polite smile, gripping their glass of champagne tight in their hands as they walked their way out the tall doors into the night, she had grabbed her wand from her jacket pocket and used a warming charm before finding themselves out on the grass before here the sound of peacocks. she smirks, walking towards them, slowly as she would with any animal before tilting her head. "well, you're beautiful aren't you." bending down slowly she reached a hand out before getting bit on the finger. "oh fuck me," she says, looking at her finger, before rolling her eyes. "that's on me." they use their other hand and use a gentle healing charm before hearing the sound of footsteps and saying, "forget the snakes in the grass, it's the peacocks you have to look out for."

perhaps it was auror instincts, but rodolphus had been watching everyone all night, only really ever speaking when been spoke to. plus, his mother was actually here tonight and he was keeping an observant eye on her. she was lucid today, and was ever so the life of the party when she had social meter and wits to be so. he smiles briefly at her, somehow, her eyes always tracking back to him. his father, of course, couldn't be bothered to attend but he made sure to make a hefty donation from his father's vault, as well as his own, but if his father's donation was more... well, they shared the last name didn't they? he had eventually made himself move from his stance by the wall, looking out onto the dance floor at the hogwarts students, he smirks, because he can't help it, he remembers the yule balls back at school. "looks more like tripping on their own feet than anything," rodolphus says, he could already spy those that either fancied each other or were saving face as betrotheds. "i don't envy them."

it was overwhelming being the one that now had to talk to everyone, to make the connections, to promise things, to say of course regulus would owl them back for their business proposals, to talking about how yes, he didn't need a job, but he liked working in the department of mysteries, and how to subtly say no he wasn't looking for a betrothal, he also had been keeping an eye on his mother, though she never needed it. whenever she wasn't an absolute zombie at home she knew how to amp up the charm, perhaps the drinks helped and the food, but yuletide had always been a rather lonely affair for the black's and this year would be different considering his father was gone. he runs a hand through his hair searching for an exit but it's not without grabbing a glass of champagne and searching in his pockets for the tin of cigarettes. he finds himself outside, but close enough he can still hear everything inside. "don't tell my mother i still smoke," regulus smirks up at the person, shaking his head. "we all have secrets we don't tell our parents," he further says.

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dirk  snorts  into  his  drink,  watching  stevie  pick  up  the  half-wrapped  gift  like  it  personally  offended  him.  ❝  depends,  ❞  he  muses,  swirling  the  liquid  in  his  glass  til  it  starts  to  spill  out.  ❝  maybe  some  generous  soul  thought  the  kids  of  the  wixen  world  needed  help  remembering  how  shit  their  luck  is  compared  to  them.  ❞  he  leans  in  slightly,  inspecting  the  pile  of  gifts  with  a  scoff.  ❝  what  do  you  reckon  ?  classic  case  of  last-minute  panic  shopping,  or  someone  just  grabbing  whatever  they  had  lying  around  ?  ❞  he  smirks,  but  internally  he's  regretting  stepping  foot  in  this  place  and  being  with  these  people.  ❝  bet  you  anything  there’s  a  chocolate  frog  card  in  there  too.  nothing  says  holiday  spirit  like  re-gifting  without  even  getting  the  benefits  of  the  sweets.  ❞

for: open location: yuletide ball

with a martini in hand , stevie is standing in front of the steadily growing pile of children's gifts as he shook his head . ❝ i think it is a bit obvious some did not put much thought and they just wanted an excuse to be here . ❞ he says with a quick laugh , now reaching over to a half wrapped gift with no name on it . ❝ what's a child in need find use for a remembrall ? ❞

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lucius  surveys  the  gala  from  his  periphery,  ensuring  that  every  detail  remains  as  impeccable  as  vespera  intends,  as  is  expected  of  a  malfoy.  the  francesca  fudge  foundation  yuletide  ball  is,  after  all,  a  reflection  of  its  hosts,  and  he  will  tolerate  no  imperfections…  even  if  he’s  less  than  thrilled  it  is  being  held.  but  then,  a  voice  —  thick  with  something  unmistakable,  american  —  breaks  through  the  chatter  surrounding  them.  he  turns,  gaze  settling  on  the  woman  before  his  eyes  flick  to  the  books  trailing  behind  her.  neat  stacks  of  familiar  titles  he  can  instantly  recognize.  newt  scamander’s  work,  appearing  to  be  signed,  no  less. ❝  miss...  ?  ❞  he  prompts  smoothly,  an  unspoken  request  for  her  name  before  he  inclines  his  head  slightly.  ❝  you’ll  find  the  donation  table  near  the  eastern  wing,  just  beyond  the  ballroom.  however,  given  the  nature  of  your  contribution,  i  would  not  entrust  it  to  just  anyone.  ❞  a  calculated  pause.  ❝  i  will  see  that  it  is  handled  properly.  ❞  his  gaze  returns  to  her,  intrigued  despite  himself.  ❝  tell  me,  did  you  procure  those  signatures  yourself,  or  is  this  the  work  of  some  particularly  resourceful  acquisition  ?  ❞  it  isn’t  often  that  lucius  malfoy  finds  himself  genuinely  curious,  but  something  about  this  woman…  her  presence,  the  clear  deliberation  behind  her  gift,  makes  him  wonder.

yuletide gala for the memory of francesa fudge

amity walker & lucius malfoy @reveliios

Amity grew up a fan of parties, making it a point that all the women in her family each had a special birthday. She baked their favorite treats, made them cards with pressed flowers and one year even made them all embroidered kerchiefs she dyed with things like beets, berries and butterfly pea flower. She was good with her hands, with making things and making sure those she loved felt celebrated. Collecting the perfect logs for the yule fire, dehydrating oranges for garland- nothing was more precious to her than the celebrations had with her family. Then when she left home the ones she celebrated with her team mates when she had then in search of those evasive creatures, daring rescues liberating the rarest from poachers with ill intent. She had even planned the celebration for when they found the infamous Diricawl.

A celebration that went untouched when their search lead them to horror of the Nundu. But even in death humans found a reason to celebrate, to remember life. She thought it was because if they did not the grief would swallow them up until they had nothing. So she went to this gala, not sure what to expect and impressed to find the glittering rooms warm despite the chill you'd expect from snow flakes. Trailing behind her, her donation of books. Largely her favorite, magical beast and where to find them, all of which she had bribed Newt into signing. She would have been beside herself for such a gift as a girl. The piles neat and flowing after her by spell, Amity stopped, "Pardon," she greeted, her thick as honey accent coming forth, "I don't mean to bother but I was wonderin' if you could direct me to where I should leave my donation for this lovely event".

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it  wasn’t  shawna's  fault  that  the  more  interesting  parts  of  a  place  were  always  the  ones  people  didn’t  want  you  looking  at.  she  had  peeled  away  from  the  main  gathering  under  the  pretense  of  needing  some  air,  but  really,  she’d  just  been  curious  about  the  manor  and  what  secrets  of  years  past  it  held.  and  apparently,  she  wasn’t  the  only  one.  catching  sight  of  another,  she  quirks  a  brow,  arms  crossing  loosely  over  her  chest  as  she  steps  closer,  eyes  flicking  to  the  portraits  he’d  been  fixated  on.  ❝  you  may  not  be  trying  to  snoop,  but  i  definitely  am,  ❞  she  replies  honestly,  earning  a  sneer  from  a  nearby  portrait.  she  barely  knew  anyone  at  this  ball,  and  was  unquestionably  underdressed,  but  she  couldn't  help  the  overwhelming  need  to  step  foot  into  a  manor  as  such  while  the  invite  still  existed.  ❝  a  heart  at  its  core  ?  ❞  she  echoes,  considering  it  for  a  moment.  ❝  sounds  more  poetic  than  i’d  expect  for  a  place  like  this.  but  i  guess  if  any  house  was  going  to  have  a  built-in  ego,  it’d  be  malfoy  manor.  ❞  there’s  no  real  bite  to  her  words,  just  an  honest  sort  of  musing  before  she  tilts  her  head  at  him.  ❝  so  what  is  it,  then  ?  you  got  some  grand  theory  about  the  house  listening  in  on  us,  or  are  you  just  looking  for  the  best-kept  secrets  ?  ❞

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where dante should have been socializing, and he normally did enjoy socializing, there had been a number of paintings that had drawn to him that he was interested in, he wasn't particularly trying to snoop but when something caught his eye he couldn't unsee it. he bites his lip, the sound of the music slowly drawing away as he looked at the paintings, before, sighing, walking back down the hall before looking up to see another person. he was a ravenclaw after all, and never knew when to let things go when he should. "malfoy manor has been around for centuries," he muses, "i've always been interested in house magic, i know that nott has it's own quirk of house magic, but there is the belief that manors such as malfoy's consist of a a heart at it's core." he believed it to be true of nott manor, he could feel it when he entered the home, it's unwavering loyalty but with the heir of uncertainty with sr. nott entered the home. "i wasn't trying to snoop, anyway. just curious. the portraits are fascinating."

well fuck, peter thought, he lost remus in the crowd trying to get more drinks, and the moment he turned around he saw his dad and just like that peter was diligently walking past people and dodging them left and right while not spilling anything from the cup. he finally found a free space of wall but it was by the dance floor. he had quickly taken a gulp of the glass of champagne setting the other down before he could see his dad closing in on him and he had never been much of a dancer in school, but he wanted to avoid this conversation as long as he could, so he looked to the nearest person, not caring who they were and said, "care to dance?" he cleared his throat. "i can lead," not well, but he would give it a good college try, as the muggles would say, which again, he probably shouldn't say in front of this particular crowd.

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dirk,  who  had  long  since  perfected  the  art  of  looking  like  he  belonged  at  these  sorts  of  things,  smirks  over  the  rim  of  his  own  drink.  arden  looks  about  as  thrilled  to  be  here  as  dirk  feels,  which  is  saying  something.  ❝  didn’t  realize  i  was  meant  to  be  convincing  you  of  anything,  ❞  he  drawls,  tilting  his  head  as  he  studies  arden.  ❝  but  now  that  you  mention  it  —  what  exactly  am  i  failing  to  sell  you  on  ?  the  merits  of  overpriced  champagne  ?  the  joy  of  forced  conversation  ?  the  absolute  thrill  of  pretending  we  all  like  each  other  ?  ❞  he  finally  takes  a  sip  from  his  glass,  then  grimaces  slightly.  ❝  because  if  it’s  any  of  the  above,  i’d  say  you’re  better  off  keeping  to  your  corner.  save  yourself  the  headache.  ❞

OPEN,

Ages ago, Arden had loved a party more than anything else, when it meant sneaking around places and people's homes, underage drinking with his friends, and breaking arbitrary rules away close enough to be caught but never being so, as it would require his parents to care. Now, parties like these meant networking, maintaining relationships that he would rather cut off, they meant polite conversation that could drive him up a wall at any moment. Arden hadn't had the best time at parties in recent years, but they were part of the culture he was born into. After parting ways with Alecto, he delegated himself to some quiet corner until he rebuilt his will to mingle. He had a glass of champagne he hadn't yet sipped from and a long night ahead. "You don't make a convincing argument, you know?"

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starter one

leaning  casually  against  the  doorframe  of  vespera's  room,  lucius  watches  his  sister  with  a  knowing  look,  one  brow  slightly  raised.  he  had  expected  no  less  —  vespera  always  had  a  talent  for  making  an  entrance  and  ensuring  people  waited  just  long  enough  to  feel  her  absence.  ❝  you  did,  ❞  he  acknowledges,  stepping  further  inside,  unbothered  by  her  supposed  decree.  ❝  but  i  assumed  that  particular  rule  did  not  apply  to  me  considering  this  is  my  home.  ❞  his  gaze  flickers  briefly  over  her,  not  understanding  how  she  can't  be  ready  when  she  looks  put  together  enough  for  his  standards.  but,  lucius  was  a  man  and  he'd  never  understand.  ❝  did  i  need  something  ?  ❞  he  repeats,  feigning  contemplation  as  he  settles  a  hand  into  the  pocket  of  his  dress  robes.  ❝  only  to  ensure  that  our  esteemed  hostess  makes  an  appearance  before  the  evening  is  halfway  over.  or,  should  we  all  simply  toast  to  your  absence  and  be  done  with  it  ?  ❞  his  tone  is  edged  with  sharpness,  making  it  very  obvious  to  his  little  sister  how  he  detests  this  event  being  held  in  the  manor. 

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starter one where: vespera malfoy's room, malfoy manor when: minutes after the event began

while vespera knew it would be best to make her way down to the main floor of the home and greet any guests that had arrived, she was intentionally delaying herself. everyone knew that anyone who was anyone showed up late to an event, and that extended to the host as well. besides, the others who had helped set up the event would be downstairs to greet anyone who showed up on time.

vespera could be fashionably late.

dusting a trail of blush along her cheekbone, the blonde noticed a figure appear in the reflection of her vanity. not turning towards them, she merely acknowledge them through the reflection. "i thought i specifically told the house elves to inform everyone my room was off limits." closing the blush compact, she finished off by brushing her curls into the perfect position. "did you need something?" she asked, finally turning towards the guest.

starter two where: the staircase, malfoy manor when: thirty minutes after the event began

the youngest malfoy stood towards the top of the staircase of her family home and smiled brightly at the numerous guests that began to collect at it's base. she waved at those she recognized, noting the numerous boxes and gifts that were being collected and placed under the large tree along with any other donations.

once the majority of the guests were within the room, vespera spoke, amplifying her voice easily with a spell. " i would just like to extend a thank you from the franseca fudge foundation, to everyone who has shown up tonight and donated. we are certain these gifts will help brighten the lives of numerous wixen children and grant them a most happy christmas." she paused for a moment, allowing her voice to take a more serious tone. "once more, we'd like to remember franseca fudge, taking from our community too soon, and would like to extend our deepest sympathies to her family." after a moment of silence, vespera's smile grew once more. "thank you all, again, for coming. we hope you have a wonderful evening."

once the speech was over, vespera descended the staircase as many of the guests began to enter the grand ballroom. finding a friendly face, the blonde approached them and said, "the night seems to be off to a good start, do you agree?"

starter three where: the grand ballroom, malfoy manor when: two hours into the event

this was vespera's third drink of the night, a cranberry gin martini that tasted of the holiday. between the alcohol and exhaustion from setting up for the ball all day, vespera found her body feeling heavy. attempting to move to a more private area, one of the many entertainment rooms that guests were filtering about, the blonde eventually made her way into the home's game room. the billiards table was in use, as was a small table in the far side of the room where a card game was taking place.

ignoring how strange it felt to see so many people in her home and using their private items, vespera made her way to one of the couches and sat down. realizing she wasn't alone, she tried to quickly come up with an excuse as to not seem lazy. "i hope you don't mind that i join you, i fear i haven't taken a moment to sit all day." taking a sip of her drink, the blonde turned to the person fully. "i do hope you also needed a moments rest, and aren't seated due to boredom. that would mean i'm not doing my job as host."

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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: malfoy manor, francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @petrificusx

malfoy  manor  has  never  looked  better,  and  lucius  moves  through  the  every  growing  crowd  with  grace,  offering  nods  and  pleasantries  where  necessary…  but  his  mind  is  far  from  the  finer  details.  it's  moments  like  this  where  he  is  proud  of  his  little  sister,  but  also  vexed  at  the  idea  of  so  many  people  in  his  home  at  once.  as  he  finds  a  spot  along  the  ballroom  wall,  his  gaze  flickers  over  familiar  faces  until  it  lands  on  a  figure  near  the  marble  staircase  —  a  flash  of  blonde,  nearly  as  white  as  his,  catching  in  the  flickering  light.  if  he  hadn't  just  spent  time  with  vespera,  he  would  have  confused  her  for  fancy  beauchamp.  ❝  miss  beauchamp,  ❞  lucius  muses  as  he  steps  to  stand  beside  the  witch,  ❝  beautiful  job  done  with  the  planning  and  everything.  i'm  anticipating  the  moment  one  of  these  is  held  in  your  home.  ❞ 

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Josh Heuston as Constantine Corrino

Dune: Prophecy 1.02 "Two Wolves"

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GRACE VAN PATTEN as Lucy Albright in TELL ME LIES — 1x01: Lightning Strikes

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Damian Hardung as James Beaufort Maxton Hall, S01E03

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❝  persecute  you  ?  please,  i’m  giving  you  credit  for  managing  to  say  something  accurate  for  once  in  your  life.  ❞  her  smirk  is  teasing,  but  her  fingers  tap  against  the  counter  in  thought.  stevie's  optimism  —  or  whatever  version  of  delusion  he  was  trying  to  sell  her  —  was  something  she  wanted  to  believe  in.  the  idea  that  she’d  get  her  shot  if  she  just  waited  long  enough…  but  patience  had  never  been  her  strong  suit. his  comment  about  the  harpies  gets  a  short  laugh  out  of  her, though,  because  he’s  right.  ❝  yeah,  well,  i  wouldn’t  even  mind  getting  knocked  out  either if  it  meant�� i  got  to  actually  play  for  once.  ❞  she  exhales,  rolling  her  shoulders  back  before  shooting  him  a  narrowed  look.  ❝  and  i  do  not  throw  too  far  to  the  right.  ❞  okay,  maybe  sometimes  she  did,  but  that’s  not  the  point.  the  memory  of  him  first  trying  to  coach  her  out  of  the  muscle  memory  makes  her  grin,  though,  lips  quirking  up  at  the  corners. his  next  words,  however,  earn  him  a  loud,  exaggerated  groan.  ❝  stevie  —  ❞  she  drags  out,  pinching  the  bridge  of  her  nose.  ❝  i’m  begging  you  to  never  say  the  words  ‘my  personality  outside  of  my  dick’  ever  again.  i  don’t  need  that  visual,  thanks.  ❞  her  expression  is  nothing  short  of  disgusted  before  she  grabs  a  dirty  bar  rag  to  throw  at  him.  but  when  he  follows  it  up  with  something  almost  sweet,  she  decides  not  to  chuck  it  and  instead  huffs,  rolling  her  eyes  like  she’s  not  secretly  a  little  pleased.  ❝  yeah,  yeah.  you  love  me,  i’m  the  best  sister  in  the  world,  all  that.  ❞  she  gestures  vaguely  before  smirking.  ❝  and  my  mood’s  always  a  delight,  thanks.  ❞  oddly  enough,  this  moment,  even  in  a  location  still  a  little  foreign  to  the  twins,  feels  like  they're  back  at  ilvermorny  —  back  when  they  didn't  know  anyone  but  each  other.  when  it  was  them  against  the  world,  sharing  whispered  jokes  in  the  dining  hall,  sneaking  out  of  their  separate  dormitories  to  meet  after  hours,  and  dreaming  about  the  futures  they  swore  they'd  carve  out  for  themselves,  side  by  side.  ❝  you  know,  you  showing  up  here  is  just  a  testament  to  the  fact  that  you  do  make  terrible  decisions  —  though,  i  suppose  i  should  be  honored  you  chose  to  make  this  one  in  my  general  direction.  ❞ 

stevie is used to the chastising , even if it did not feel entirely warranted . what could possibly be worse than watching a team play their absolute worst ? ❝ don't persecute me for saying something so brave , ❞ he retorts back immediately to defend his own honor , but the attempt only goes so far before stevie brushes it off with a roll of his eyes . obviously he is aware of shawna's current predicament being slated for the reserve , but even a millionth chance was better than nothing , no ? he chose to see it as a team's hail mary - and one day , stevie would be more than happy to cheer for his little sister in a game when half of the team was out with a penalty . ❝ shit , if a chaser or two isn't injured by the first hour then the harpies are not playing the actual game so you'd be spared the boredom anyway . ❞ the male reasons after a quick clap of his hands , as if his own charge of wanting to make the best of his sister's situation was the only emotion that mattered . what was more surprising by the male's emotional maturity was the revelation made by shawna . ❝ does she know that you have a knack of throwing the quaffle too far to the right sometimes ? ❞ the joke is light , almost nostalgic for the evenings the two would waste in the fields by their childhood home with their makeshift goal posts made of abandoned items . and he would have definitely said something nice to shawna if it was not interrupted by the grotesque accusation . ❝ sis , i actually do have a personality outside of my dick - ❞ though , it was fair to assume something so facetious given stevie's recent history . ❝ and yet , i am still very thankful for being here in your company . ❞ he adds quickly once shawna returns his glass stein with another ale . ❝ even though you keep making me victim to whatever mood you're in . ❞